Best Powdering Poems

She stood at her window,
looking out on the world,
alone this Christmas,
this frightened young girl.

The night had come,
without making a sound,
as the snow began falling,
lightly powdering the ground.

Only eighteen, 
when she said I Do,
her childhood sweetheart,
and their love so true.

Ready to see,
this world as one,
planning their...

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Breezes brush through the window caressingly,
soft fanning wings powdering my skin;
night's black velvet pricked only by the porch light's glow.
Alone, I feel no fear. Gliding the dark, my twin
has turned gossamer wings toward my tiny light-
metamorphosed--a radiant night creature.
I breathlessly await like culminating event,
faith strengthened...

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Knowledge is the key in this modern world 
the truth can neither deceive nor be deceived 
a fractured coil has so many errors to put right 
very hard to know where to start or begin directing 
powdering over them dusting every cobweb in years researching
My...

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The corrosion of caring creeps up at last,
Rust all around your heart
As flakes of red-brown flutter, powdering down,
Filling the scavenger cart
Of ashes and dust from the past.
It rolls away, fickle and fast....

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Wild Atlantic Way

The sea, slowly surging, crashing, claiming;
Waves endlessly corroding, consuming;
Rocks deeply wrinkling and age defacing;
Seaweed lashing as in a gale swirling.

The sky steaming, magically misting;
Demons forming, twisting, disappearing.
The wind wailing, dementing, high pitching.
Gritty greys powdering, sunlight blotting.

The land shouldering, cringing, succumbing;
The shore crumbling, earth...

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The corrosion of caring creeps up at last,
Rust all around your heart
As flakes of red-brown flutter, powdering down,
Filling the scavenger cart
Of ashes and dust from the past.
It rolls away, fickle and fast....

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Pink powerful skies
Powdering the silent night
with femininity...

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I am nothing but the names of the trees,
imprinted in my soft topography, 
recollections of sappy hands in yours
easing out splinters from our shared outdoors. 

I am nothing but rustling in the kudzu, 
smiling far away at us, the ones who 
rub petals together, powdering...

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Let me tell you what women do,
After a child’s delivery is through.
The birds, too, know: they jubilate 
While animated ones ululate!

Adoration of baby simply true,
Eyes feasting on the frail thing Glad Glue
Foreplay’s sex women simulate
Hoping to future births stimulate…

A-once-childless his bad luck slew:
The same as...

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Flowers of fame
Bloom with your name
For a brief day,
Then wilt away.

Petals you clutch
Crush with your touch,
Powdering to
Dust before you....

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Bitty birds scuffle and flounce
under the roofed-in.
Barn dusted, rafters crust and whiffle.
Snuffle go the whiskered,
the mousy muzzle's
all along the bent beam wood.
A pepper powdering
in the chink-lit sunbeams.
In this his tumbled castle-keep
youth sky-larked a being
a ghostling ally sight unseen
there in the day-baked barn.
Long days he communed...

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Blackbirds singing in jackboots

Women freshening and powdering 
in the Men's room

A child is born without square eye's
and cell phone permanently attached
to it's inner ear

Traversing footsteps under a star
with both maternal loving married
parents expectantly awaiting a
cradle beside

Waning Luna quarter moon tide 
lapping in and out the...

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Swans........................
.play across the cattail towns,

laden down with white,

friendly fawns adept at dancing 

shallow stones...................

and on.........

into the climbing courtyard,

  Whisper where.......

and go there.......

not too far or near,

for fear the bells

upon your ankles

speak the truth too well,

and servants lips  may tell

the broken words

to try and...

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Flowers of fame
Bloom with your name
For a brief day,
Then wilt away.

Petals you clutch
Crush with your touch,
Powdering to
Dust before you....

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Domestic crime

The couple was nicely suntanned, but the woman had
a black eye, he was very courteous to her, tried to hold 
her hand, she didn’t want to, he reddened in anger.
Well-dressed, the couple were on a way to a restaurant
meeting friends, no doubt a droll...

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